requested by MyLoveForBooksA

So sorry for my absence. I didn't intend on vanishing for a while, but life has been crazy. Monday is my last day of school until Thanksgiving break + I only have two weeks until the end of the semester, so I can make it. I don't have any room to complain because God has blessed me tremendously, even though I seriously don't deserve it. Anyway, I'm back now, and the Titanic Retelling was put off until I'm actually on Thanksgiving break, so expect that on Tuesday or Wednesday. 

Thank you guys for understanding <3 

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Everyone knew Peter Parker would do anything for his friends and family. And his girlfriend. 

So maybe that's why Flash made sure to only bully you when Peter wasn't around.

Peter didn't know that you were being bullied, and you intended to keep it that way. Ned knew. Michelle knew. And Michelle was livid at you for letting it go on, but- 

But you had gone numb to it. A long, long time ago.

And Peter always kept a lot on his mind. He never seemed to notice how you tensed up when Flash came into the room, or how you stayed in the bathroom for the first half of lunch, lying about "stomach problems". (Or not really lying, because knowing Flash was waiting there to trip you or make fun of how much you ate was enough to make you incredibly anxious). 

"Maybe we should tell Peter what he did today," Ned said. You were standing in front of your locker, which had been broken into. Your things were tossed out onto the floor and your papers and notebooks destroyed. On all of the pictures of you and your friends, Flash had scribbled on your face. "I mean this... this is horrible."

You shook your head. "Just help me clean this up, okay?" you asked. 

"Of course, but-"

You got down on your hands and knees and started to pile up all of your papers and notebooks. Ned collected what had scattered in the hall and brought it back to you. You thanked him quietly and put it all in your locker, then took all of the pictures that Flash had destroyed. 

They were ruined. 

You walked over to the trashcan and Ned followed. You tossed the photos in there, fighting back the tears. Ned stood there sadly, a deep frown on his face. 

"You're just throwing them all away?" he asked. 

You looked at the last one. It was of you and Peter at the Halloween party Liz had thrown the year before. You shook your head and folded it over, dividing it in half. Then you ripped it right down the middle and threw one of the halves in the trash. 

"Not all of them," you said, tucking the picture of Peter in the science textbook you were holding. "I have to go to Physics now. I'll see you in Algebra later, okay?"

"Okay..."

You forced a smile and walked into the science classroom.

//

Right outside of class, you trudged along, your shoulders heavy. You just wanted a nice, long nap, maybe a cup of coffee... some peace and quiet...

The hall you were in felt quiet - suspiciously quiet - but you heard something at the other side of the building, near the gym. You hurried over there, wondering what was going on-

And you saw Peter standing in front of Flash-

And you gasped, seeing that Flash was stomping over to Peter-

And you heard him call you a name-

And Peter punched him so hard-

Flash fell to the ground-

You dropped your books-

And everyone fell quiet when Flash didn't get back up.

"Holy crap, Parker!" someone shouted in the crowd behind you.

Peter turned, eyes wide, looking at who said that. 

Then his eyes fell on you.

"___!" he said.

You left your books behind as you turned and ran down the hallway, feeling embarrassed.

//

That night, you couldn't bring yourself to answer any of the texts or calls that Peter sent you. You read them and listened to them, but you didn't know what to say. They were all pretty much the same:

___, I am so sorry. I was just so mad at Flash. Ned told me what he did. What he has been doing. Why didn't you tell me? I just - I'm sorry. I am so sorry. I never meant for any of this to happen.

You sat in your room and worked on homework, but in your mind you only heard the whole scene happening again and again and again...

Finally, a rapid knock tapped against your window. 

You groaned, knowing who it was and what he was there for.

You sighed and went over, hooking your fingers under the bottom and yanking it up. You stepped back as he stepped inside, and you crossed your arms and said, "Peter, I'm sorry I didn't answer your messages, but-"

"Are you afraid of me or something?" he asked. "I didn't mean to scare you. I don't know my own strength, but I'd never hurt anybody like that-"

"Is Flash okay?" you sighed.

"He has a concussion," he admitted, dropping his head. He fiddled with his fingers and swallowed. "___, I am so sorry for scaring you. I'm even sorry for hitting him. I let my anger get out of hand. I promised myself... I promised myself I would restrain my strength, even if I am fighting someone."

You rubbed your head. "I'm not afraid of you, Peter. I don't think you're a bad person, I just... I kept that from you because I was embarrassed. I mean - I'm a freaking adult and I still get bullied and can't stick up for myself. Don't you know how embarrassing that is?" You shook your head. 

"I am so sorry," he whispered. "Really, I should have seen it. In the way you acted around him and I - I begged you to go with me to all of those decathlon things... and I-I am so sorry."

You took a step forward and wrapped him up in a hug. "You have nothing to apologize for." You looked up at him and smiled. "I never even thanked you for sticking up for me. Instead, I just got mad at the wrong person." You shook your head and touched his cheek. "I love you, Peter Parker. I trust you always. I appreciate you always. You save my life again and again, whether you see it or not."

"I just love you so much," he choked out, and he put his hands on your hips. "You have no idea."

You just leaned in and kissed him softly.

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p.s i am a firm believer in Flash being not as big of a bully as he is portrayed in fics so please don't think otherwise of me thanks!!